tragic love story idea: in a world where we have just engineered the technology to create a robot capable of feelings, a robot with feelings falls for another older-model robot that’s incapable of love
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
How to Really, Really Piss Off the Wesboro Baptist Church
i have never hit the reblog button so fast jfc
this is really great omg